Category: Angels

She was supposed to be getting ready for church, a weekly endurance session that she dreaded and loathed. As much as she enjoyed meeting Spirit and helping other people during church services, the stress of doing what she did – and of being misunderstood time and again – was taking its toll on her.

She hated Sundays. She hated feeling lonely in a crowd. The other teenagers who attended the youth service with her were too interested in their studies and the opposite sex to listen, much less care, about her experiences. The adults viewed her mostly with suspicion and disdain, half-aware of her gifts, and resentful towards her for having them.

Only the Bishop and a few of the church staff were truly appreciative of her contributions. They knew she could see, sense and hear from Spirit. They called her in when they needed her assistance in seeking Spiritual counsel and predictions (what was called the word of wisdom, the word of knowledge and the word of prophecy in those circles).

They would bring her into the office very discreetly, ask her to tune into Spirit, thank her, then let her go back to the congregation… where she faced the gossip and mockery. Alone.

I can’t stand that Kelly. She’s so high-and-mighty and thinks she knows everything, with her Spiritual gifts and all that. In the first place, can she prove she’s really gifted?

I don’t allow my daughter to talk to that Kelly. God knows what demons are possessing that girl. I pray for her soul.

Sunday morning. Sixteen, alone in her room, and crying. With the radio turned up so no one could hear.

Then a song came on that caught her attention.

You’re one in a million / Once in a lifetime / You made me discover one of the stars above us

Suddenly, Spirit was powerfully present in her room. A glorious light, an almost inaudible hum, was suffusing the messy little bedroom with divine love, peace and joy.

She opened her eyes, red and swollen from an hour of tears.

A gentleman, dressed in a sharp grey suit with a fedora to match, was seated at the chair by her desk. From His warm smile, and the scarred wounds on His hands and bare feet, she knew Who this divine visitor was.

She smiled back, and let Spirit heal her through song. What had been a simple pop song was now a sign and a message from Spirit, reminding her of her true worth, and giving her the love and strength to go on.

After a while, she got up, got dressed, and went to church.

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“I think of my father every day. It’s been a year but I still can’t believe he’s gone.”

The middle-aged woman across the table from me had been weeping since the reading began. Unhealed grief can be devastating, and Petunia, my client, had been struggling for a long time.

Behind her, Petunia’s father stood by, his hand on her shoulder and look of loving concern on his face.

– Petunia, your father is well. He wants you to know he’s been leaving signs for you to notice his presence. Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary happening lately?

Petunia frowned as she tried to recall. “No, but to be fair, I’m so stuck right now I wouldn’t notice any sign unless it was very obvious.”

– Sure. I understand. Wait a minute. Your father is trying to tell me something.

The old gentleman beamed. Ask her about the coins!

– Petunia, your father is saying something about coins, have you been finding or picking up coins more frequently nowadays?

“… Now that you mention it, yes. Recently I’ve been finding coins on the floor. Just yesterday I picked up an old one-cent coin that had been out of circulation for years. I thought it was strange…”

Nothing strange about that, Penny, I did it! The old gentleman replied.

– … Did your father call you by a nickname, by the way?

Petunia stared into the distance, her eyes red and swollen. “Yes. He called me Penny.”

It took a few moments for the meaning of the coins to become clear, but once it did, the joy and relief on her face were ecstatic.

“That was my father? He did all that just to remind me that he’ll always watch out for me? Oh my god. Oh my god!”

– Yup. He was saying Hi, Penny.

Petunia was laughing and crying now. The tears on her face were tears of joy, healing, and reunion with a father she thought she’d lost to death… but who had been showing her signs of his love all the while.

The divorce had begun. Her soon-to-be-ex had filed. He’d cast aside his godly Christian pretences and was finally showing his true, vicious colours.

She’d stopped going to church for years. She was tired of everything. After years of being derided, misunderstood and backstabbed, she’d finally walked away from her gifts, her allies in Spirit, and her soul’s calling.

She was at a point in her life where nothing made sense and there was no one to talk to. Also, money was tight. Alone in the cafe, she sipped her tea and wondered how she was going to pay for a divorce lawyer on top of all her other bills.

Then a song came on that caught her attention.

You’re one in a million / Once in a lifetime / You made me discover one of the stars above us

She hadn’t heard that song for years. Instinctively, she widened her eyes and looked around. After a second, she realised the mistake she’d made and ducked her head down again. But she was too late.

Spirit knew that she’d noticed the sign.

She felt a warmth behind her, and a hand on her shoulder. Her spirit guide, Lindsay, was smiling at her.

Kelly, do not fear this latest battle you must fight. Spirit is with you. You’re going to be okay. It is time to return to the Light. God is greater than any church or man-made organisation. You can serve the Light powerfully, both within and without a religious institution. Let us know once you’re ready to work with us again, and we’ll give you the guidance you need.

And with that, Lindsay disappeared.

She took a deep breath. Despite her running away, Spirit had never once given up hope on her, but was waiting patiently for the day she would finally stop to listen to Spirit’s song of unconditional love.

What had been a simple pop song was now a sign and a message from Spirit, reminding her of her true worth, and giving her the love and strength to go on.

Soon after the incident, she returned to the service of the highest Light, and became a lightworker.

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The stories on this website (including the above recount) are based on Kelly’s personal and professional experiences as a lightworker. Some details have been changed to protect the identities of the individuals involved.

“Am I cursed?” Adeline asked, her voice trembling. “Is there something wrong with me? Why is this happening?”

I slowly shuffled the Tarot deck as I tuned into her spirit team – her guardian angels and spirit guides who, despite being present (and standing right behind her) throughout the session, had not stepped forward with any message. I saw them healing her with Divine love and light, their hands outstretched over her heart and clearing away the darker energies within. Yet, they said nothing.

But Spirit always speaks. As a Spiritual messenger, I am well aware that even silence can be a message, and I only had to wait for the lesson to reveal itself.

Adeline didn’t know this, however. She only knew that she was sitting at a café with me, having a Tarot reading, and crying.

Adeline’s story was a sad one. When she was born, unexpected complications led to her mother suffering a major stroke which left her paralysed from the waist down. Devastated, Adeline’s father sought refuge in a new relationship and eventually left the family. Thankfully, he continued to provide for Adeline and her mother, but the incidents of her young childhood had scarred her deeply.

Adeline grew up shy, distrustful of others, and deeply convinced that something was innately wrong with her. There was a void in her lonely soul that cried out for love. In life, she took every step forward with trepidation, deathly certain that disaster would come upon her at any moment.

“Then last year, I met Nathan. Life just became better the moment he entered my life. For the first time, I felt loved. I had someone to live for. It was a good time.” Then her face crumpled in tearful agony.

It took a while, but Adeline began to put the pieces together. Nathan never took pictures with her, could only meet late at night, and always evaded questions about the future. Finally, Adeline couldn’t bear the weight of her fears any longer, and hired a private investigator.

Her worst fear was proven right: Nathan was married with children.

“When I found out, my body went limp. I couldn’t move or breathe, just collapsed on the floor. Lay there the whole day, wishing I’d died when I was born.”

That was six months ago. After the shock subsided, Adeline chose to stay with Nathan. And hated herself for it.

“We’ve tried breaking up a few times but whenever we do, I just fall apart. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go on like this. I’ll do whatever it takes to get out of this mess.Please, Kelly. Please help me.”

With that statement, Adeline set her intention to move on. The Universe heard her cry, and acted.

The Tarot deck splintered in my hands. Three cards thrust themselves out of the pack.

Eight of Cups. The Star. The Fool.

– Adeline, the cry of your heart has been heard. Spirit’s message to you is this. Eight of Cups: walk away from what no longer serves your highest good. The Star: a long and dark journey is ending, and hope is dawning with the new day. The Fool: you will start afresh, and your future is bright.

“… Are you sure there isn’t a catch somewhere?”

– Not a catch, but a condition. Look at the cards. Eight of Cups depicts a lone wanderer. The Star depicts a lone and naked woman. What Spirit is saying is this: only you can choose the path you walk on, and only you can walk it. Such is life – it gets lonely at times, and you have to trust yourself to keep going. But once you’ve decided to pursue what’s best for you, the Universe will make sure that you never walk alone.

Adeline smiled faintly. “Yeah. The Fool has a little dog walking with him.”

– You are not alone, Adeline. Spirit has your back. You’re going to be okay.

As Adeline walked away, I said a prayer for her. She was embarking on a long, dark and lonely road. Adeline was going to have good days and bad. Days when she could almost forget Nathan, and days when she would call and beg him to return.

In life, few roads are straight and easy to navigate. Roadblocks and detours are common and in some cases, necessary. But with a pure heart and the help of Spirit, moving forward is possible. Healing is possible. Anything is possible.

If you’re reading this and thinking your life has come to a dead end, stop right now. Take a deep breath. Clear your mind. Ask your angels to step in and help you. Make the decisions you have to make.

Then take the step forward. Those first few steps may seem lonely.

But Spirit is with you. Your angels, guides and deceased loved ones are by your side, cheering you on every step of the way. And you’ll never walk alone.

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The stories on this website (including the above recount) are based on Kelly’s personal and professional experiences as a lightworker. Some details have been changed to protect the identities of the individuals involved.

Oh okay, I thought. Probably wants to know how to attract a soul mate into her life, or whether her current partner was The One. Questions we all ask at some point.

The cards told a different story.

Three men: the Emperor. The King of Cups. The King of Rods.

This was going to be complicated.

“I’m a piano teacher. My student’s father sometimes gives me a lift to a taxi stand nearby, after lessons. It got out of hand a couple months back.” She didn’t lift her eyes from the cards as she spoke.

To be (the other woman) or not to be, that is the question. Janelle chose the cards and passed them to me one by one, as I laid out a spread to see the outcomes of each choice. The first option ended in disaster – no surprise there. But the other option wasn’t looking great either.

“But I care for my boyfriend. He treats me well.”

— Okay. Let’s ask the cards about your relationship. Choose four.

The same two men. The Emperor, the King of Cups.

The other two cards revealed Janelle’s truth. She was depicted as the High Priestess, reversed: a woman with secrets, and emotionally unavailable. Her agenda was the Seven of Swords: deception and irresponsibility.

The King of Cups: a loving man who seeks commitment — the boyfriend. Then who was the Emperor…?

The angel standing behind her right shoulder came forward and whispered in my ear.

Ohhhh dear. I cleared my throat.

— Father’s Day was last Sunday. Did you celebrate it?

“I HATE HIM.”

Finally, the storm broke. Janelle’s defences came down. Her slim shoulders shuddered with the fury of her bawling.

“He cheated on my mum. For years. And he treated me like I was trash. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM.”

Parents. They make us or break us. Very few people reach adulthood without some parent-related issue they need to overcome, some worse than others. When a parent messes up, he or she might move on, but the child almost never does. The child grows up but is stuck in a holding pattern, replaying dysfunctional behaviour until change is made, either by choice or by force.

But change is the only constant in life and change is possible, even in the toughest situations. Even now, by confronting Janelle with her truth, Spirit was offering her an opportunity for healing. To release the bitterness, and set herself free.

I scanned Janelle’s aura and found lots of psychic clutter – the consequence of bearing so much emotional hurt and baggage for years. To my inner eye, the clutter resembled black spots, and some of them had been fed so much negative energy they’d taken on a life of their own.

From vantage points in her crown, heart and solar plexus chakras, about half a dozen bug-like creatures, resembling cockroaches and each the size of my hand, hissed and sneered at me.

— Janelle, would you like me to conduct a bit of healing on you?

“Go ahead. Thanks, Kelly.”

Permission granted, the archangels Michael and Raphael stepped forward and worked with me as we began the arduous task of pulling out the negative energies that were cluttering her aura. The cockroaches were upset, but their time was up, and they had to leave.

Pest extermination done, I sat down again and looked at Janelle. She was still crying, but the violent, almost manic quality of her earlier outburst was gone.

“Thanks. I don’t know what you did, but I feel lighter now.”

— That’s good. Hopefully you’ll sleep better after this. Janelle, I believe you know what you have to do to break out of this mess you’re in.

She sighed. “I’ll have to stop seeing my student’s dad and definitely stop teaching the kid. That I can do. But if you’re asking me to forgive my father… I don’t know if I can.”

— If Spirit showed you the truth through the Tarot, it means they believe you can. Your father did you wrong when you were young, but you don’t have to bear the burden of it for the rest of your life.

Janelle paused. Then she looked at me. Something flickered in her eyes: the birth of a will to change, to stop hurting herself and others, to live life anew. Something like hope.

“Maybe it’s time to let go of the grudge,” she said finally. “I can’t promise I’ll succeed. But I will try.”

— Don’t give up. Get professional help if you need to. You can do it.

Janelle nodded, smiled slightly, and left.

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Seeking assistance from Spirit for love/career/your future, energy healing for people and spaces, or pet communication?

The stories on this website (including the above recount) are based on Kelly’s personal and professional experiences as a lightworker. Some details have been changed to protect the identities of the individuals involved.